Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.